She is definitely not remotely a threat. After all, she's only a song-sorceress.

Countess of Cérvoles.

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They are lost like slaves that swat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings’ horses in the granite of Babylon.
- G.K. Chesterton, "Lepanto."